corporate relationship disclosure form -- human resource coordinator: jung hoseok section to be completed by employees involved: names: min yoongi, kim seokjin job titles: chief accountant supreme, professional wet blanket nature of relationship:friends with benefits sex enemies length of relationship: 4 minutes please describe jin's dick: shut up hoseok i see you nasty fucker, you just added this fucking question to the form you didn’t even make sure the font was the same as the original you better hold on to your goddamn cat because i’m coming for you as soon as i’m finished getting- oh fucking hell.

jeon seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. the only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the jeon family. It's impossible. it’s his only option. min yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. it’s not in the cards. he's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.

min yoongi knows alien hunting is hard.

it's just harder when a certain kim seokjin keeps stealing his fucking aliens from him.

hardest when he gets stuck with that kim seokjin for the most lucrative alien-hunting competition in his life.

of all the kinds of magic, seokjin prefers enchanters’ magic most. loves the power to entrance and beguile, captivate and mesmerize. loves walking into a room and knowing everyone wants to be him, be with him, or be on him. yet of all the kinds of magic, seokjin practices enchanters’ magic least. it’s just that he doesn’t need magic to charm people. he’s good at that all on his own.

five years ago, seokjin was persuaded to break up with the only man he has loved, brilliant producer and adoring boyfriend Min yoongi. now, just as S seokjin's record company is failing, yoongi returns, cold and seemingly indifferent. as they continue to circle around each other and navigate the idol world, seokjin must determine his future, and if yoongi has a place in it.

“actually,” seokjin speaks up then, because it looks like yoongi’s friends are having a hard time believing him. “i think the most dramatic one was when we literally tried to migrate to escape each other, but our planes went down, and we both drifted to the same deserted island.” now even taehyung looks incredulous. “you’re kidding.” “no. we ended up fucking just so we could hasten the process and go onto the next life. because the mosquitos there? worse than death.” “wait…” jimin says slowly. “you mean you actually die?”

everything's going too fast. one step forward, and seokjin’s tendering his resignation from a company he's been servicing for eight years. two steps, and he's going out for interviews, reviewing a job offer, signing a contract, on the first bus to sallim-dong. three steps, and he finds himself trapped in an elevator with an ex who ran away from him years ago and with his faith in humanity in tow.

enter the agency's chief creative officer, and everything slows the fuck down

after the bbma, yoongi starts bringing guys back to the house.

seokjin has pillow creases in his cheek and his eyes are puffy, still closed as he slowly rolls onto his side.

yoongi lies next to him on his back, turns his head towards Seokjin’s sleeping face, whispers, kim seokjin, i think i could fall in love with you.

in the beginning, it was yoongi, singular.

in the second year, it was yoongi and seokjin, plural.

yoongi had shared a bed with everyone in the group at least ten times in the past few years, and he knew that seokjin had too. tt didn’t matter anymore. it shouldn’t matter anymore. but why did it always matter to him when it came to seokjin?

or, five times that yoongi has to deal with the feelings he has for seokjin (and the feelings seokjin has for him).

cadenza (kəˈdɛnzə)

  • a virtuoso solo passage occurring near the end of a piece of music, formerly improvised by the soloist but now usually specially composed.
  • slang

a fit or tantrum

‘because–’ yoongi starts, but realises his tone is loud and harsh and that’s giving namjoon exactly what he wants. so he takes a deep breath and another elongated sip of whiskey before starting again. ‘look he's a classical musician, right? they're always dickheads. just because their parents paid through the nose to get someone to teach them “every good boy deserves food”. you can’t just buy talent. fucking wankers.’

'wait, didn't you use to take piano lessons?' namjoon smirks.

'yes, but i’m a wanker with talent.'

namjoon nods. ‘i know. i’ve walked in on you too many times. impressive.’

yoongi's life is flipped upside down when he is named legal guardian of his friend's seven year old son. then he meets the kid's new teacher.

“he’s weird”, yoongi blurts out, still feeling numb from the cold. at hoseok’s raised eyebrow, he continues, “i mean, you were even weirder because you never really told me why you were always babysitting me, but not only did he tell me right away what he was when we first met but he also acts all weird with me like he hates me and doesn’t want to be around but suddenly there’s lunch packed for a whole week in my fridge and hot tea whenever i come home from class late in the night and sometimes he even makes my bed?”

a.k.a five times yoongi asked seokjin to stay (and the one time he didn't have to)

(alternatively, five times seokjin saved yoongi's life and one time seokjin allowed himself to be saved)

somewhere between the acapulco mission and the category five typhoon in korea, yoongi fails to tame the one storm that he never saw coming.

for seokjin and yoongi-students of beauxbatons and durmstrang respectively-the hardest task of the triwizard tournament will be asking each other to the yule ball.

there are worse things, seokjin thinks, than taking in strays.

the last time seokjin left yoongi with the eevees or with any pokemon, for that matter, the worst that had happened was the grown-ups leaving the day care in a weird, heart-warming sort of mess. so really, really, what can possibly go wrong now? (alternatively: yoongi should have known better than to think he'd ever win against cute pokemon and seokjin's friends who always seem to bring trouble to the table.)

"jin hyung and i are only 3 months apart."

"so what? you want to drop the honorifics? go ahead!"

yoongi does exactly that.

jin only makes two blatant puns in this fic, i promise.

he never wanted to be the avatar.

the five things, according to buzzfeed content creator and editor min yoongi, that you have to do differently to be able to survive in the aforementioned company in the presence of a certain kim seokjin. you won't believe number five!

(or: yoongi and seokjin embark on several journeys — road trips, food adventures, little trips down memory lane — to see if taking that one blind leap of faith is worth it or if they will have to pay a hefty price.)

“so what is it about this curtain dude that you’re killing him for?” yoongi asks, some of the sleep finally fading from his voice.

“no clue,” jimin says. the sun is just beginning to fully rise, the sky graduating from the dismal gray into a color spectrum of early fire. “doesn’t really matter to me. kill the fucker, get paid.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” yoongi mumbles.

(alternatively: jimin and yoongi are assassins with targets that they're not supposed to get attached to. naturally, at this inopportune moment, they develop a conscience and forget the most basic rule of killing for money: don't get invested.)

  • 2U ♡♡

“don’t you think the moon feels insignificant sometimes?”

or alternatively, yoongi and seokjin fall in love and it doesn't really matter that yoongi can't see him.

“okay. okay, don’t get mad. but i guess-” jimin’s voice comes out in one rushed breath. “basically everyone thinks that you and seokjin have been in a relationship since the start of university. a serious relationship. like, ‘get married, have two-and-a-half kids and a white picket fence’ shit. and, um. turns out- that’s not true? you’re actually just friends and have been the entire time?”

--yoongi had never really thought about it until jimin brings it up. then suddenly he’s thinking about it all the time.

“oh god,” taehyung breathes, feeling his face heat up in mortification as a sudden thought strikes him. he shoots seokjin a wide-eyed, terrified look. “oh my god, seokjin hyung. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry i—we—said that about your husband, oh my god.”

or the one where famous rapper/producer yoongi is intensely private about his personal life—so no one knows he's married to his makeup artist.

jun 24 2019 ∞
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